Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 565

"I picked this out for you. Do you like it?"

Forrest finally managed to tear his eyes away from Mila, stretching out his arms and making a slow turn in front of her. "I love it. But what about you, Mimi-do you like it?"

It really was a funny coincidence.

His suit carried the same blooming motif as her dress: pure white, tailored to accentuate his lean, athletic frame. Delicate white and pale blue blossoms trailed from his left shoulder down to his waist, where the jacket cinched just so. A soft green butterfly hovered at his chest, and under the warm lights, the silk shimmered with a gentle sheen-romantic, almost ethereal. On Forrest-already handsome, refined, with a quiet charm—the effect was simply otherworldly.

Nothing on earth could compare. Mila found herself staring at him in the light, unable to shake the thought: he looks like he's stepped out of a dream.

"Does it look good?" Forrest caught her gaze and broke into a sudden smile, his eyes gleaming beneath the chandelier.

“It looks amazing,” Mila blurted, barely thinking.

"Then do you like it?"

"I do,” she answered, just as quickly.

His low laugh rumbled in her ear, and Mila, cheeks flushing, gave him a playful thump on the shoulder. "You're teasing me again. So, are we settled on this one?" "We are."

Forrest grinned, his tone softening. "Honestly, anything you pick for me, I'll love. But what I really want is to wear something you've made with your own hands. When we have our real wedding-would you design my suit? I'd love to help, too."

Mila froze for a moment.

Suddenly, she remembered something from not so long ago-just a year or two back. She'd been struggling with her divorce, and over the holidays she'd taken Jade and Eugene Montgomery to church. Underneath that ancient tree by the chapel, she'd found a small red sachet. Crooked stitches on the front spelled out a single wish: "May Mimi know happiness always."

She couldn't help asking, "Was that you?"

up his glasses and looked away, uncharacteristically shy. "I made it. Took me forever to get the stitches

course it

loved it,

about the wedding

only do yours-Jade already claimed my wedding dress. She's wanted to design it herself for

"That's perfect, actually."

gown, and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"I'd love to."

her face up,

embroidered blossoms. The scene was so beautiful that even the boutique owner stood frozen, caught up

the

A perfect memory.

...

came together smoothly and on schedule.

they'd spoken, how fragile he'd seemed. "Are you... feeling

The boy's voice

but his next words were sharp with accusation. "You're getting engaged. Why didn't you tell me? Aren't

I'm sorry." Mila searched for the right

anyone from the Montgomery

darkened. "Can't,

Sensing his own harshness, Eugene paused, then spoke again—softer now,

because I'm a Montgomery? But, sis... do you really think of me as one of them? This is such a big moment

wavered for a

shadows, and that softness vanished. She couldn't risk any surprises-nothing, not even